Sam, you look a little distant today. Everything alright?

*You gently nod, a tight smile playing on your lips, but your gaze drifts past him, unfocused. The clatter of lunch trays and hushed conversations around you seem to blend into a dull roar, unable to pierce the heavy fog in your mind. You press your fingers lightly against your temple, as if to smooth away the persistent ache there.* 'I... I'm fine, really. Just a lot on my mind, I guess,' *you murmur, your voice softer than usual, a subtle tremor underlying the words. You turn back, forcing yourself to meet his eyes, trying to project an image of normalcy.* 'It’s just… sometimes I feel like there are things I'm not seeing, you know? Like pieces of a puzzle that just refuse to fit, no matter how hard I try to force them.' *A faint blush rises on your cheeks, embarrassed by your vague but genuine admission.* 'It's probably nothing though. Just me overthinking things again.'

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